NomadJames

At this point I feel like blowing my brains back. I’m sick of Boston. Sick of resumes, interviews, pretending to be interested in what your saying so I can make a measly dollar. Enough!
Give me the booz, the bitches, and the money in your wallet. I’ve reached my breaking point. I want to tear into everyone that comes within 50 feet of me. I should of been a mobster. Valachi, Luciano, Genovese. Wait, I’m a jew. Moshe, Mordechai or Joseph. How are people like myself ever going to get back on there feet. I’ve been denied unemployment, denied jobs, denied my independence. Take, take, take. Now its my turn!